When the Selonian entered the room, Yerbol suppressed the urge to gawk, eyes trained ahead at the horizon visible through the one way reflective glass pane that served as a floor to ceiling window(in fact, the entire half-moon shaped exterior of the room featured the same kind of decor). He knew of Selonians, had read about them in a few codex entries on galactic species way back in his initial training on Tython, but to see one in person was disarming and slightly jarring if he was being honest. While fully sentient and renown for their intelligence, Yerbol still couldn't get over how much they looked like...well, ferrets. Not that he would voice this opinion aloud EVER nor share this observation with his wife who might object to her husband comparing her brand new apprentice to a household pet. Kytra's demeanor, however, pushed some of the Champion's juvenile thoughts aside. She radiated a solemn humility, a quality that he hoped would actualize into her permanent set of behaviors; if so, she would be a valuable asset. He wished he could read his apprentice as easily as he gleaned an impression from Kytra, but Ethan was proving to be difficult to gauge. To be fair, the young man had just taken a massive step in his life and might be processing all that was going on. Yerbol would pick his brain later. For now, though, the Elders had a mission for them that tied directly back to the vision they shared on Voss. The Champion stayed silent as he listened to the initial exchange between the Elders and Aria, doing all he could to not snicker at the comment Aria made about their status as the Qyaari's enforcers across the galaxy. Any thought of humor went out the window when Malu began to string together a chain of thought that would eventually end in an undesirable conclusion: 
"Those clues are sparse, but I knew of one who was rumored to work with the Exile. She was..." In a rare show of anxiety, Malu's shoulders shuddered, the cloth around Malu's eyes nearly dislodging at the force of the vibration. Almost all the Elders sat up, Matthew nearly jumping to his feet as he asked:
"Malu, are you-"
"Fine, Matthew...fine. Her imprint on me even through studying is still strong. Far too strong for my liking." After adjusting the cloth to fit more snugly, she cleared her throat and continued:
"Darth Traya was a powerful force, one that I had the unpleasant experience of studying about while under the tutelage of my Master, who said that I should be familiar with those who have influenced the Sith. Traya was extremely powerful, but always attempting to undermine those she felt were inferior to her despite rank(a common enough trait among the Sith, but she was vicious). A report I managed to steal from Imperial intelligence sheds light on what we're discussing now. A certain party of Imperial scouts and Sith Acolytes were deployed to an ancient Sith burial site on Duxun. They were sent there to recover relics that were reportedly found by a Sith Lord and her followers, but when they arrived the Lord and acolytes were murdered, Traya and a 'broken man beyond any sort of healing' standing in the midst of the carnage. They dispatched of the party, although they spared the scouts. A curious decision." She shook her head, attempting to reconfigure her approach before continuing:
"At that burial site, there were old tomes and ancient recordings that talked about two academies located on the very fringes of space that housed even more teachings of the Sith. No doubt with what we know now, these academies were more than likely established by those Sith who escaped the carnage their more 'balanced' forefathers heaped upon them. With no way to identify where those academies were, they were forced to return the relics to Korriban. After scavenging a bit in the archives on Korriban(again in a section that I should not have been in), the rest of this convoluted tale emerges. It was only a few years later when news of her death reached our ears, reported by a wookie named Hanharr who came to the Sith academy proclaiming not only her death, but a reward for his report. Naturally he was tortured and confessed that he had stalked a woman named Meetra Surik(who we now know as the Exile, although this is a misnomer which I can address later) to Malachor five, which was where Traya's resting place was. As to how the Wookie got to Korriban, he swore that he used a salvaged shuttle to get off planet, which was difficult to believe thanks to the unstable atmosphere, but scouts were sent to Malachor anyhow to determine if Hanharr was telling the truth. No one ever heard back from them nor subsequent scouting parties. I personally inquired as to the status of these parties as I rose through the ranks of the Order only to be blunted by irritated Inquisitors who said I shouldn't be asking about such 'romanticized tales' or Imperial security claiming I didn't have the 'proper clearance'. Eventually I had to give up entirely on my pursuit...and you will have to pick up where I left off." 
"So...you're sending us to Malachor five?" 
"Indeed we are." Matthew quickly followed up on Malu's response:
"Covertly, might we add. The entire Malachor sector of the Outer Rim is off limits to almost anyone."
"Can't you just ask Chancellor Saresh for permission?" A few groans from the Elders were accompanied with Matt telling the party:
"She handed off responsibility of negotiating Outer Rim territory issues to Vice Chancellor Won, who has made it very clear that no one is to go the Malachor sector of the Outer rim due to instability."
"What does that mean?" The Elder shook his head.
"No clue. But that won't stop us. If Saresh finds out, we'll explain ourselves then. This matter is too important for us to neglect." 
"Right then, so we head to Malachor and find out if there's any hint of where the Exile went. I would be content with leaving now except that, as Malu pointed out, Malachor's atmosphere is too hostile for ships to enter." 
"We talked about that and we have an expert in navigating difficult planetary conditions who will be joining you. She'll be waiting for you in the hangar along with a bit of a larger vessel to accommodate for the increased passenger load...and your hounds, which I assume you'll be bringing." A smirk creased Matt's features as he allowed any of the other Elders to speak parting words before he closed the meeting:
"We trust she'll get you on and off the planet safely. Report in as much as possible, especially if you need to travel any deeper into Wild Space. May the Force be with all of you."